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[Verse 1: Planetary] |
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You gonna need a whole lot more manpower |
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It takes a nation of millions to budhe Plan powered |
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My for built for that fourth court drill I'll |
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Cardiovascular vernacular skill |
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As I dip into the Acura my stance on tilt |
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Gotta watch who's in back of us, they yak got filled |
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And the whiskey from the Crown got me tipsy outta town |
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But I gotta be alert; cops hit you when you down, clowns |
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I ain't tryna be Amadou Diallo |
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Or Oscar Grant I'd rather dance with the hollow |
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And strike first that's how much the mic's worth |
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With a slight urge I might enlighten the nice word |
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Tight verbs are righteous polite swerve |
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Put my temper to the cinder, colder than icebergs |
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And my nerves is shot, I don't deserve this spot |
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I'm about to pass the torch to who's first on the block |
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Now your turf get hot and now you stumbling nervous |
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Eyes red cause you trapped inside a dungeon with serpents |
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Every inch of my teeth clench, I'm hungry |
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Nothing satisfies my hunger like more money |
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[Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild] |
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Rock-a-bye to the world, have a nice dream |
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When the lights go out you hear the pipes scream |
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The sirens, the melody of these colds streets |
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My heart pumps adrenaline so I don't sleep |
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Hold heat if the shit decides to hit the fan |
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And if it really happens then I'm a hit up Plan |
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Put my chips on the table going all in |
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Ride out for my family and close friends |
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Gotta watch those praying on my downfall |
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Those who like to send shots, I'm a outdraw |
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Something bound to happen, I'm patiently waiting |
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Nightmares become reality, bad situation |
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We celebrate life, special occasion |
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Solid foundation, a new day seems so amazing |
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Death angel wanna take you for a long ride |
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And if he ever comes holla man I won't hide |
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So I life live like it's my last day |
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No lie I've been lost inside my cash tray |
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So high, days are confused, I feel I can't pray |
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Not knowing what the future holds, maybe I can't stay |
